I don’t think I want fame;
It takes so damned much time.
I glance at Instagram.
It’s so demanding, damned demanding,

If it doesn’t come to me
Completely freely,
Then I’ll offer up pursuit. It doesn’t
Suit my person;
Talents, aptitudes – not one.

Photos those –
Keeping up and putting on
Day after day each movement’s fuss –
Ridiculous!
What’s vanity but narcissism!
Pointless,
Infantile tourism
Of the global kind.
Left behind a schism
Between means and end.

Transient, short-lived, fame’s a trend:
Here today and gone the way it came.

Synonyms you ought to to learn:
Fleeting, fading, fugitive;
Momentary, temporary:
Life that has no real live.
One could go on, on, on and on.

I do not want to spend my time On something that is here and gone: Never really here: illusion.